After dinner, Han Zhan opened his notebook, found a few videos of the final scene of the violin competition and watched them.
Finding that the time for the contestants to perform on stage is not short, usually more than half an hour, he couldn't help but cast a worried look at Song Ci.
Song Ci was eating cantaloupe, and when he saw him looking over, he asked, "What are you looking at?"
Han Zhan said: "Will you be tired after playing on stage for so long?"
Song Ci said: "It's not easy anyway."
His eyes fell on Song Ci's big belly, and he said worriedly: "You are going to give birth in more than a month, and I can't let it go."
"The competition period is one month. I am still one and a half months away from the due date. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Some babies will be born before their due date, and others will be delayed. Song Ci thought that her due date was still one and a half months away, so the baby would not come out half a month early.
But she was still worried, she sighed: "I hope the child can stay in my stomach for a few more days."
Han Zhan and Song Ci wanted to go together, he pondered for a moment, made a decision, and said, "Well, I'll assign you a professional gynecological team, so I can rest assured that they will follow you."
Song Ci also felt that this was the best way, but...
"Could it be that the teacher is too busy?" She went to participate in a violin competition, brought bodyguards, and a gynecology team. The country's leaders did not show off like her when they went abroad. Song Ci was afraid that people would scold her if the news spread.
Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's cheek and said, "You deserve it."
Song Ci felt sweet when he heard this.
Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "Let's go to bed. We have to catch a plane tomorrow."
"Um."
A good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, Han Zhan sent Song Ci back to Yulong Villa and packed her luggage with her.
Song Ci's dress for this competition has been sent to Belgium, and she only needs to bring casual clothes. But Song Ci loves beauty very much, and the clothes she wears every day are not the same. She brought a whole five boxes of clothes.
Staring at the pile of suitcases, Han Zhan couldn't help taking a photo and sending it to Moments.
He was about to post the picture directly, and when he thought of something, he looked back at the stinky Song Ci in the locker room, and asked, "I'm going to send the picture of your suitcase to Moments, doesn't this need a P picture?"
Song Ci stopped, turned around and blinked at him, before saying, "Yes."
Only then did Han Zhan post on Moments.
Han Zhan: My wife is going to Belgium to participate in a violin competition. She doesn't have many clothes, just five suitcases. attached picture.jpg.
Han Zhan has two WeChat accounts, one is a work account and the other is a personal account, which he uses to send messages. The friends in the private account are all good friends in life.
At this age, most of my friends have already married and established businesses. Seeing Han Zhan’s circle of friends, everyone left messages——
Bei Zhan: [Women are really scary. My family has to bring four or five boxes every time they go out, and eight or nine boxes when they come back.]
Dongfang Lin: [My wife doesn't bring any luggage when she goes out, but every time she comes back, she has too much luggage to fit in the trunk of the car. Women can really shop.]
Cheng Yanmo: [Excuse me, I don't have a wife.]
Han Zhan's circle of friends are all bigwigs who know each other. Everyone can leave a message under Han Zhan's WeChat, and everyone else can see it.
Li Li stared at Cheng Yanmo's message, silently shedding bitter tears. He and Cheng Yanyanmo are really brothers and sisters. They were both men who were married and then divorced.
Song Ci changed clothes in the dressing room, even if she was pregnant, she still had to dress up beautifully.
Han Zhan walked into the dressing room and saw Song Ci trying to stuff her chubby legs into a pair of white boots.
The white sheepskin boots are a style that modifies the shape of the feet very much. The shoes of this style are very thin. Song Ci is in the third trimester of pregnancy, so she is somewhat fatter.
Sheepskin boots that would have modified the shape of the legs, but now I can't wear them.
Han Zhan felt aggrieved by the boots, which covered the amount of meat that shouldn't be wrapped.
Han Zhan couldn't stand it anymore, he said, "Can't I change a pair?" He took down a pair of eight-hole Martin boots from the shoe rack, and said to Song Ci, "This one is looser, and it's comfortable for you to wear."
Song Ci realized that the sheepskin boots could not be worn anymore, and she clicked her tongue irritably, "You're getting fatter." She looked up at the shoes in Han Zhan's hand, and said, "I'm a fashion blogger, you don't deserve me skirt."
Han Zhan couldn't understand Song Ci's idol baggage.
"Don't wear that, just wear this." Han Zhan simply took away the sheepskin boots in front of Song Ci, and threw the pair of Martin boots in front of Song Ci.
Song Ci was full of anger, and said shamelessly: "I have a big belly and I can't bend it down. You wear it for me."
Han Zhan really squatted down and put on the Martin boots for Song Ci with his own hands. He lost his index finger and middle finger on his right hand, so he pinched the shoelace with his thumb and ring finger.
Song Ci looked down at Han Zhan patiently tying his shoelaces, and suddenly realized that he was making trouble for no reason. She said awkwardly, "Get up, and I will take care of the rest."
Han Zhan said, "Let me wear it for you."
Song Ci snatched the shoes, put them on, and said, "At 1.9 meters tall, he looks silly squatting on the ground. Get up, stop squatting."
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was feeling sorry for him, but he didn't make it clear.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's cloakroom and found that Song Ci had many clothes but few furs, so he asked her, "Do you not like fur?"
Song Ci was tying his shoelaces, without raising his head, he said, "I like it."
"Then why are you rarely seen buying fur?"
Song Ci frowned, and said: "I used to like fur, but I was insulted by environmentalists later. Mu Qiu is an environmentalist. During the summer vacation at university, Mu Qiu tricked me into going to the fur production site. Forced me to see the bloody scene."
"I was so scared that I didn't dare to wear furs anymore." The only furs in Song Ci's cloakroom were imitation furs.
When Mu Qiu's name was mentioned again, Song Ci was in a daze. She raised her head and asked Han Zhan, "How is Mu Qiu doing now?" Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had been sending people to monitor Mu Qiu to prevent Mu Qiu from becoming a demon.
Han Zhan told her: "She is doing well in Yuezhao Nunnery now, and she can already preside over small rituals."
Song Cipo was a little surprised, "Is she really devoted to Buddha?"
Han Zhan: "It looks real."
Speaking of Mu Qiu, Song Ci inevitably thought of Cheng Yanmo. "Then Mr. Cheng and her really lost contact after that?"
"No." Han Zhan thought of something, and asked Song Ci, "Do you know about Cheng Yanmo's relationship?"
"Cheng Yanmo is in a relationship?" Song Ci didn't know about it, "Who is it?"
"His assistant, Vivien."
Song Ci had some impressions of Vivien. Last year, Cheng Yanmo brought Vivien to their house for dinner. "He's finally in a relationship. I'm worried that he won't be able to let go of Mu Qiu and plans to be single for the rest of his life."
"Not at all."
Han Miao and Han Jun knew that their mother was leaving this time to participate in the violin competition, but they didn't clamor for Song Ci to take them with them.
After lunch, the sisters brought Song Ci to the room.
Han Miao and Han Jun slept on the same bed, and Han Miao said to Song Ci, "Mom, you can leave after we fall asleep, okay?"
How could Song Ci be willing to reject the cutie's proposal
"good."
"Then you pull the little star for us, okay?"
"OK."
Listening to Song Ci's little star, Han Miao and Han Jun rolled on the bed for a while before falling asleep. Song Ci put away the piano, kissed the children's cheeks respectively, and then quietly left their room.
Han Zhan stood in the living room downstairs waiting for her. When he saw her coming down, he took the initiative to take her piano case. "Let's go, everything is loaded, it's time to go to the airport."
"good."
Originally, Song Ci only planned to bring two bodyguards, a Chinese cook, and her stylist friend Alan and Alan's assistant to the competition.
Because of Han Zhan's impromptu idea, another gynecology team was added. There are three people in the team, one obstetrician and two assistants.
The original group of six people became a group of nine people.
Han Zhan asked Long Yu to apply for a flight to Belgium early on, so that Song Ci could go directly to Belgium on his family's private jet.
When Song Ci arrived at the airport, she realized that Song Fei and Shen Yubei had already arrived. Seeing that everyone was there, she, who was not under pressure at first, suddenly felt Alexander.
Song Ci tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears, and said with a smile: "You all come to see me off. If I fail to win the championship, I will be ashamed to come back to see you."
Hearing what Song Ci said, Song Fei immediately said, "Then I'll go." She really wanted to leave, and wanted to relieve Song Ci's stress.
Song Ci quickly grabbed Song Fei's hand. "Don't go, Song Fei!"
Song Fei stopped, looked at her, and didn't speak. Song Ci squeezed Song Fei's hand, and she said, "Night of Champions, you must come."
A faint smile appeared on Song Fei's cold face, "Well, I'll definitely come."
Song Ci looked at Shen Yubei again, "Teacher, wait for my good news."
Seeing that Song Ci was under a lot of pressure, Shen Yubei said earnestly: "Song Ci, a person who truly loves music, never cares about winning or losing. Whether the world recognizes her ability or her status, as long as she loves music herself , don’t give up music, she is the king of music.”
Shen Yubei hugged Song Ci, and said to her very proudly: "It doesn't matter whether you win the championship or not. In the teacher's heart, from the moment you couldn't kneel in front of my house three years ago, you are Champion."
From the moment he defeated his inner demons, Song Ci was the uncrowned king.
".Teacher." Hearing this, Song Ci almost burst into tears. "I understand what you mean." The teacher was afraid that she would have too high expectations for this competition, and that she would be devastated if she didn't win the championship in the end.
But she never fails to recover.
Music has never won or lost, only love or not love. If you make music with the heart of winning or losing, you will never be able to make truly successful music.
"Teacher, don't worry, I will do my best. I don't care if I win or lose."
When Shen Yubei heard her answer, he knew that Song Ci had really understood his intention. "Okay, good boy!" Knowing that Han Zhan and Song Ci still had something to say, Shen Yubei also wisely left.
After Shen Yubei left, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's shoulder and said, "Mr. Shen hugged you just now. If it were another man, I could beat him to death."
Song Ci smiled, bright and charming, as charming as a rose.
Song Ci opened his arms to Han Zhan and asked him, "Then do you want to hug me?"
Han Zhan shook his head. He said, "No, when you win the championship, I will give you the champion's hug."
"Is that how confident you are in me?"
Han Zhan has always been full of confidence in her.
Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci, then took off the piano case on his back, took a step back, offered the piano case with both hands, and said to Song Ci: "Han Zhan is here, I wish you an invincible player in the field, full of honor !"
Song Ci stared blankly at Han Zhan. At this moment, time traveled back to the Luo Dynasty more than 600 years ago.
That year in the Maple Leaf Forest, the young prince held the Sun Chaser Arrow in his hand, carefully hiding his deep feelings and unrepentant feelings, and said in a loud and proud voice: "Little General Nangong, may this Sun Chaser Arrow accompany you in battle and gallop across the battlefield! In the capital, I wish you all the invincible opponents in all directions, and you will still be a young man when you return!"
The images of the past and the present overlap, making Song Ci's eyes dim. She took the piano case with both hands, looked at Han Zhan, and had a thousand words in her heart, but she didn't know where to start.
The afterglow of the setting sun elongated and distanced the figures of the two, like two parallel lines that would not collide, just like it was more than six hundred years ago.
But this time, Song Ci took the initiative to step forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Han Zhan's forehead.
The two lines that shouldn't intersect finally met.
She said, "I love you."
I love you, I loved you six hundred years ago, and I will still love you six hundred years later.
Han Zhan raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. He clenched his hands into fists and said in a hoarse voice, "I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time." He still deeply remembered six hundred years ago when he handed the Sun Chaser Arrow to Nangong. Xian Shi, how desperate he was.
At that time, he was thinking in his heart, if there is an afterlife.
If there is an afterlife, he will never let her bear the burden of the rise and fall of the country again!
He wants her to be clothed in rich clothes and fine food, golden branches and jade leaves, play the piano and compose poems, and enjoy all the glory and wealth!
(end of this chapter)